“Keep your door locked, Princess.”
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How on earth did I end up snowed in with a super-hot villain who looks at me as if he wants to eat me up, a smooth and sexy FBI agent, and a gorgeous, charismatic doctor?
My rock bottom just hit rock bottom, so when Lily, the girl from apartment 12, takes pity on me and offers me a way to make lots of money quickly, I can’t refuse.
Before I can change my mind, Lily has set up a profile for me on Babes, Babes, and Babes.
All I have to do is wear something next to nothing and talk to a couple of guys online. I could do that, right?
Except the moment the first guy on my screen takes my breath away and sends my little virgin heart pounding into next week with what he wants to do to me, my life as I know it will never be the same again.
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“No, don’t scream, Skye,” I tell myself frantically.
Screaming is the last thing I should do. If he’s as dangerous as the FBI thinks he is, and if I give away the fact that I helped a federal government organization to bring him out of hiding, he won’t hesitate to unalive me immediately.
He only knows I’m SummerBabe69 from a sex site. I begged him to come and get me. God, I begged him to chase me in a dark forest and fuck me with his big cock. I begged him to come and kidnap me so he could fuck me with his big cock.
Yes, but I told him to come to a coffee shop in Soho, and that I would be there. He was supposed to have gone there, and the FBI would have been waiting for him. Why didn’t he just do that instead?
The question of how he knew where I lived is irrelevant now because I’m here, with him. And he just did what I wanted. He kidnapped me, as per my pleas.
God help me. My brain starts to sizzle; panic weakens my limbs. I force myself to think logically all in the name of self-preservation. I can’t allow anything to happen to me. Kelsie still needs me.
“GD,” I say, then I have to clear my throat. While I’m there, I make sure the next lot of words that come out of my mouth are sultry. “GD…” I purr. “You came for me.”
It takes everything inside me to keep myself steady when I reach out and touch his face. The contact sears me, and I force myself to keep my hand on his cheek, my fingers grazing his rough, uniquely structured jaw.
“You came for me,” I say again, as if I’m flattered when on the inside I’m saying it with a tone of incredulity: Are you psychotic? What the fuck are you smoking?
He grunts something, but I don’t care. I need to take control of the situation.
“Where did you bring me to? It looks really nice. Why don’t you give me a tour of the place, big boy?” Out the front door, my inner voice screams. Also, based on this alone, I don’t think I’m the flirting kind at all.
He drops his head to the side of my neck and inhales. I know all he’ll be able to smell is my soap, coconut oil, and baby powder. But he does it again, and the touch of his lips on my skin burns me down to my core and makes my nipples twice as hard—they’re now poking through the sheer material of the teddy I’m wearing.
His lips travel down over my shoulder to my chest. I can’t help trying to move away from him; the sensation of his touch, his nearness, is too conflicting as if my body hadn’t caught up yet with my mind, which clearly understands the danger I’m in.
My next thought disintegrates as he captures my nipple in his mouth and sucks, soaking the fabric. A surge of heat ripples through my entire being and collects deep in the center of my body, my pussy. Fresh wetness seeps from me. Not good.
“Okay, okay,” I say breathlessly, upended. I’m a damn virgin for crying out loud. No man has ever touched me before, and now one insanely gorgeous giant is sucking on my nipple, and I’m on the verge of orgasming, when even making myself come is a task I avoid.
I can’t control my body any longer, not while I’m trapped underneath him.
“How about we talk a little, have a drink… Oh,” I gasp when he takes my wrist, raises it above my head, and—
No.
He just clasped a leather band around my wrist and bound me to his bed. I’m on the brink of completely freaking out when he steals my other nipple into his mouth and does the same to my other wrist as well.
Essentially, I am bound to a maniac’s bed by my wrists. And my panties are now a hot, drenched mess.
I want to panic. I want to have a complete meltdown and tell him to untie me at once and that the FBI is on their way because surely, they would have been keeping tabs on me, just in case something like this happened. Please god, tell me Agent Philips put some sort of surveillance on me.
If not, I’m on my own and screwed.
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Chloe